Champagne

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In the dead of night, the city outside might still be slightly awake and noisy, but blocked by the wall of raindrops, the room seemed to be completely silent, leaving only a space that felt almost like a vacuum.

He glanced alternately at the nearly empty Krug bottle and the woman kneeling beside him, wearing sexy lingerie and bowing her head. Both the bottle and the woman had similar smooth, beautiful lines. So, now that the wine was finished, was it time to enjoy the woman? "No, wait, I've thought of something more interesting..." The man smiled and put down his glass.

The light tapping of the glass on the table was particularly loud in the silence. The woman didn't raise her head, but her body clearly tensed, as if she had heard a summons and was waiting for something. He stood up and walked behind the woman. The woman's lingerie barely covered her private parts; it was as if only a few threads were casually wrapped around her body, yet they bound desire and shame, preventing her body from going anywhere.

He lifted his foot, his toes gently sliding up and down along the lines of the woman's bare back. Almost silent sighs escaped her lips, as if the lust within her body had been awakened, about to overflow from every orifice.

"Wet?" the man asked. "Yes..." the woman blushed, but still answered obediently. The body touched by the man felt as if her internal organs were being clamped by pliers, a feeling beyond her control. Even her heartbeat seemed to resonate with the movements of his toes; occasionally, with a gentle push, her heartbeat would skip a beat or two. She could feel her lower body gradually becoming wet; her thin thong had become a thin line due to the stickiness and heat, stuck to her private parts. She knew she was sensitive, but she hadn't expected that a touch from this man would arouse her so easily...

"This isn't really good." As if contradicting his still gentle voice, his movements became rough, his foot pressing down so hard that it almost broke the woman's body in two, pinning her against his back. With her chest pressed tightly against her knees, the woman felt a suffocating pressure, causing her to writhe uncomfortably. This movement caused a trickle of moisture from her genitals, whether from the position and movement tightening her wet vagina and squeezing out her love juices, or from the sensation and pressure of the man's feet on her back, all of which seemed to force out her wantonness.

"So lewd, such a lowly bitch deserves punishment, doesn't she?" the man continued casually, but the pressure on his feet showed no sign of lessening. The woman was in pain, yet also experiencing pleasure. In this struggle, she answered with what little reason she had left, almost torn in two: "Yes… please punish me, Master…" The man
smiled

and removed his feet from her body, but she remained in her original position, afraid to move.

"Ah, the juices are flowing down to my ankles…" The sticky sensation made her involuntarily twist her body slightly, trying to let her feet touch her sensitive labia, where pleasure was about to erupt. It was a very subtle movement, but the man noticed it.

"You shouldn't have done this, because I didn't tell you to." The man suddenly grabbed the woman's beautiful long hair, almost dragging her, and pulled her to the center of the room. Startled by this sudden movement, the woman instinctively crawled on all fours to avoid the pain in her scalp. "Squat down, spread your legs." The man retreated to the sofa where he had been sitting, his eyes burning with desire as he watched the woman's movements.

(So painful…) Making such a shameful gesture, the woman desperately wanted to escape, never to return to this room, to this place where this man was. But being watched by that gaze, glowing like a wild beast in the darkness, she felt as if the clamps inside her body were tightening even more, a sweet sensation after the initial tremor surging to her head and flowing down to her private parts. What did he want? For a moment, the woman suddenly felt a surge of anticipation.

"You've leaked a lot of juice, my dear little bitch." The man, holding a bottle, approached the woman's body, which was now stiff as a statue. Although stiff, it seemed only the outer shell was held in place, while inside was something soft and juicy. A bite would release a burst of delicious juices, making his lower body throb with excitement.

"I think maybe it would be better to put it in something..." The man stood the bottle upright on the ground and began to give instructions: "Go over there and squat on it." The woman obediently tried to stand up, but the man stopped her. "Crawl over." The feeling of crawling on her knees made her want to cry. The few meters seemed endless. Was it because of her weak limbs? Or the overflowing desire in her lower body? She didn't know, but something within her was slowly hatching, and something else was slowly shattering.

Finally, she reached it. The woman struggled to sit up, squatting on top of the bottle, the opening naturally pointing directly at her private parts. She breathed heavily, her body swaying slightly up and down, as if breathing, her labia gently opening and closing. The man's breathing grew heavier because of the woman, and the room was now filled with their passionate duet.

"Kneel down," the man said, placing his hand on the woman's shoulder and applying pressure roughly. When the bottle's opening touched her labia, she felt a cool sensation first, followed by tiny bubbles that seemed to constantly impact the vaginal walls, igniting tiny sparks within the folds of her vagina. The bottle went deeper and deeper, its hardness relentlessly invading her vagina, but unlike the man's enormous penis, it was uncompromising, devoid of any elasticity, a cold touch. The weapon, almost like a weapon of violence, roughly pressed against the depths of her vagina, and she could feel herself contracting and writhing, as if trying to soften the intrusion, then slowly using desire to erode, melt, and devour it.

"Move your body, let me see the slutty face of a little bitch. How does it feel to be fucked by a bottle?"

The woman, ignoring the malicious question, began to move up and down. Each friction made the cold bottle lubricated and hot with the woman's vaginal fluids, much like how the initial resistance would quickly disappear when she was relentlessly violated by a man. She would then truly become like an animal, only emitting meaningless moans from her throat. Yes, because this man could liberate her, and she could liberate him in return.

Faced with this lewd act, the man's eyes reddened, and he practically ripped off his clothes. His erect penis trembled, revealing a wet, gleaming glans. The man brought his penis to the woman's face, and she naturally took the glans into her mouth, slowly sucking as if extracting the most precious plant essence. Now, it was the man who began to growl, his deadly weapon under the woman's control, even his desire being swallowed and manipulated by her. This near-manipulative feeling made the excited beast uneasy and tormented, so he could only use his engorged member to make a final attack deep into the woman's throat.

The man grabbed the woman's hair, violently thrusting his hips back and forth. The sensation of his enormous glans repeatedly penetrating her throat forced her to suppress the urge to gag. Strangely, she didn't resist the invasion; instead, she quickened her own movements, synchronizing the rhythm of the two weapons. With her mouth gagged, she could only utter fragmented moans, but the feeling of being controlled caused something inside her to swell and rotate with the rhythm of the thrusts…

After quite some time, the liquid in the bottle was more than double its original volume. She could clearly feel the pain in her genitals from the intense movements; each friction sent shivers of pain mixed with pleasure, like electric shocks surging through her. But those occasional pains only intensified the beast's lust, failing to stop any movement or desire. The man was nearing his limit; his penis continued to swell, penetrating deeper and deeper.

"Oh... I'm almost there, suck harder~~~" Finally, the man reached his limit and thrust hard, shooting a large amount of semen into the woman's throat. The impact traveled down her throat, and the clamps tightened, crushing her with a force that almost shattered everything. Her body went limp, and she almost sat down on the bottle. Even though the bottle was stuck in her private parts, she didn't have the strength to care.

Although the man's penis had ejaculated, his animalistic desires remained undiminished. He pushed her down, pulled out the bottle, and then inserted it again. The bottle was filled with a frothy liquid, indistinguishable in its original form as alcohol and in its proportion as the woman's desire; however, the traces of blood were unmistakable evidence of his unbridled indulgence. During vigorous thrusting, the man poured the liquid from the bottle onto their joined genitals. The thrusting motion caused the foam and liquid to flow aimlessly, like some unknown creature, climbing over their bodies and within them.

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